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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2874 | 2022-05-23 05:03:32 | 96.25 | 97% |
| 1708 | 2020-12-28 23:26:12 | 102.73 | 97% |
| 447 | 2020-11-21 04:32:30 | 87.09 | 96% |