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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6713 | 2022-06-10 05:31:07 | 72.39 | 96% |
| 5059 | 2021-09-21 08:19:58 | 68.78 | 95% |
| 1714 | 2021-06-03 14:18:45 | 73.58 | 97% |