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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9091 | 2023-02-07 17:08:06 | 86.00 | 98% |
| 6163 | 2021-09-10 10:12:31 | 73.44 | 96% |
| 4574 | 2021-05-21 15:35:19 | 72.59 | 98% |