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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3813 | 2022-12-01 15:45:38 | 61.05 | 95% |
| 892 | 2022-08-21 07:49:19 | 44.06 | 96% |
| 868 | 2022-08-21 05:03:33 | 44.64 | 94% |