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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7373 | 2023-10-22 06:57:06 | 74.27 | 94.3% |
| 5869 | 2023-08-19 04:32:36 | 84.38 | 94% |
| 3258 | 2022-07-23 03:16:56 | 78.89 | 96% |