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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7480 | 2023-09-06 13:54:47 | 83.02 | 96% |
| 6146 | 2023-06-30 15:22:23 | 83.29 | 96% |
| 3007 | 2023-02-25 22:42:50 | 71.69 | 96% |