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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2022-10-26 14:05:14 | 97.26 | 99% |
| 824 | 2022-09-14 14:04:03 | 84.24 | 97% |
| 272 | 2022-08-20 15:03:47 | 79.78 | 97% |