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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6505 | 2021-06-09 03:56:22 | 159.10 | 99% |
| 4560 | 2021-02-10 10:03:08 | 132.17 | 98% |
| 1892 | 2018-10-03 06:56:13 | 146.59 | 99% |