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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12123 | 2021-12-13 19:51:20 | 163.84 | 100% |
| 7836 | 2021-03-03 18:47:26 | 155.22 | 99% |
| 7081 | 2020-12-15 18:06:22 | 161.21 | 99% |
| 5552 | 2020-11-10 19:57:56 | 172.97 | 100% |