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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4202 | 2020-12-17 06:17:25 | 109.14 | 98% |
| 3434 | 2020-11-27 22:04:59 | 99.21 | 98% |
| 2851 | 2020-11-24 01:12:09 | 103.49 | 97% |