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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2135 | 2023-02-07 15:06:27 | 105.57 | 99% |
| 838 | 2021-01-02 17:38:10 | 90.26 | 97% |
| 622 | 2020-12-26 20:34:46 | 90.09 | 97% |