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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4235 | 2022-08-14 01:20:50 | 80.28 | 97% |
| 3347 | 2022-07-16 00:40:56 | 96.98 | 98% |
| 3246 | 2022-07-11 07:00:24 | 75.37 | 97% |