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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9807 | 2023-08-10 11:47:00 | 82.32 | 97% |
| 2598 | 2022-10-16 04:53:02 | 73.38 | 96% |
| 2362 | 2022-10-08 12:23:02 | 67.79 | 97% |