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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2023 | 2018-07-13 06:56:14 | 118.45 | 99% |
| 756 | 2016-07-17 13:21:45 | 103.94 | 96% |
| 459 | 2016-02-27 06:44:23 | 90.45 | 92% |