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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3820 | 2020-08-01 15:23:12 | 146.95 | 100% |
| 3661 | 2020-07-25 18:34:19 | 144.75 | 99% |
| 1428 | 2019-09-28 01:11:39 | 141.99 | 100% |