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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7387 | 2023-10-04 20:48:06 | 107.43 | 98.2% |
| 3996 | 2021-04-22 16:54:20 | 106.40 | 98% |
| 3761 | 2021-04-05 22:43:21 | 106.49 | 99% |
| 3536 | 2021-03-18 17:21:21 | 98.88 | 98% |