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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7791 | 2023-09-08 18:26:28 | 113.10 | 99% |
| 1686 | 2017-07-02 06:44:30 | 86.98 | 97% |
| 451 | 2015-07-17 04:22:43 | 77.17 | 95% |
| 38 | 2015-02-04 02:59:56 | 65.61 | 93% |