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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1795 | 2022-08-22 13:45:37 | 76.41 | 96% |
| 1756 | 2022-08-16 22:22:41 | 80.59 | 95% |
| 1337 | 2022-04-22 12:46:41 | 65.77 | 95% |