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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3233 | 2022-03-31 08:36:35 | 92.96 | 96% |
| 2912 | 2022-03-25 09:45:23 | 81.62 | 96% |
| 1800 | 2021-10-03 14:05:11 | 80.59 | 96% |