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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2617 | 2023-09-08 19:00:44 | 86.39 | 97% |
| 1594 | 2018-03-13 08:13:22 | 92.26 | 97% |
| 735 | 2015-03-19 01:00:02 | 99.02 | 96% |