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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3728 | 2023-10-09 14:25:27 | 114.42 | 98.2% |
| 3510 | 2023-09-27 17:49:07 | 107.04 | 98.6% |
| 46 | 2015-11-15 02:08:49 | 67.34 | 92% |