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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10337 | 2023-09-28 18:45:57 | 60.95 | 96.6% |
| 9235 | 2021-01-02 16:33:45 | 98.06 | 96% |
| 5203 | 2020-08-21 11:16:49 | 82.30 | 96% |