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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3186 | 2023-02-21 14:01:56 | 106.54 | 97% |
| 3154 | 2023-02-20 05:27:10 | 94.54 | 97% |
| 1707 | 2022-07-20 15:15:26 | 82.46 | 97% |