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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3925 | 2022-05-25 11:24:41 | 70.29 | 95% |
| 3628 | 2022-04-18 12:34:56 | 64.56 | 93% |
| 2165 | 2021-12-12 20:31:45 | 71.17 | 95% |