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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2023-01-20 08:02:50 | 61.50 | 95% |
| 728 | 2023-01-15 17:39:36 | 56.03 | 95% |
| 686 | 2023-01-15 11:04:16 | 59.38 | 94% |