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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4953 | 2021-11-29 15:29:30 | 105.94 | 97% |
| 4741 | 2021-10-24 15:25:07 | 102.15 | 98% |
| 842 | 2019-08-08 03:28:45 | 95.83 | 96% |