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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5921 | 2021-12-24 09:20:36 | 136.10 | 98% |
| 3363 | 2020-07-04 16:12:40 | 144.90 | 99% |
| 1117 | 2019-08-08 23:37:29 | 147.72 | 99% |