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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1669 | 2023-09-09 08:40:20 | 132.21 | 98.6% |
| 997 | 2023-09-01 14:56:14 | 114.48 | 97.5% |
| 83 | 2023-08-21 12:30:54 | 109.13 | 96.7% |