And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8858 | 2022-05-05 00:14:52 | 161.80 | 99% |
| 5564 | 2021-01-06 08:25:51 | 122.55 | 97% |
| 1595 | 2019-12-30 11:01:41 | 107.58 | 98% |