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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3898 | 2022-10-18 03:54:41 | 107.04 | 98% |
| 3423 | 2020-09-24 02:16:24 | 125.81 | 98% |
| 3276 | 2020-07-20 23:39:05 | 115.77 | 98% |
| 2463 | 2020-04-01 21:08:29 | 123.46 | 99% |