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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10675 | 2022-03-08 05:01:17 | 132.58 | 95% |
| 10577 | 2022-03-05 22:32:29 | 127.88 | 97% |
| 8162 | 2022-02-03 05:26:30 | 162.61 | 98% |