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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3425 | 2022-12-24 04:00:20 | 78.27 | 97% |
| 2470 | 2022-08-27 12:38:04 | 78.42 | 98% |
| 2097 | 2022-06-25 11:45:20 | 70.85 | 96% |