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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3912 | 2021-05-29 01:03:36 | 103.16 | 99% |
| 290 | 2019-11-05 01:34:21 | 77.16 | 98% |
| 10 | 2019-10-14 14:31:07 | 81.79 | 98% |