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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8761 | 2023-09-05 22:58:46 | 103.83 | 99% |
| 3353 | 2022-01-19 12:57:20 | 80.96 | 96% |
| 1454 | 2021-09-17 12:29:24 | 65.34 | 96% |