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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6475 | 2022-08-19 14:35:51 | 111.38 | 99% |
| 1640 | 2021-02-20 14:56:18 | 71.04 | 96% |
| 1242 | 2021-02-11 03:12:04 | 84.62 | 96% |