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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4505 | 2021-10-24 23:35:23 | 140.09 | 99% |
| 3524 | 2021-04-11 23:05:42 | 141.96 | 98% |
| 2101 | 2020-07-28 23:01:31 | 136.46 | 98% |
| 579 | 2020-04-22 18:04:55 | 117.86 | 97% |