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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5488 | 2023-07-13 08:52:08 | 130.15 | 98.3% |
| 1066 | 2022-06-11 18:01:42 | 124.47 | 99% |
| 770 | 2022-05-30 19:39:06 | 106.56 | 97% |