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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7742 | 2021-04-08 15:58:26 | 103.96 | 98% |
| 6976 | 2021-02-10 04:35:03 | 93.45 | 96.5% |
| 6892 | 2021-02-05 23:07:27 | 97.59 | 97% |
| 1206 | 2019-11-29 20:12:12 | 98.77 | 97% |