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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1581 | 2022-08-27 18:39:58 | 61.88 | 95% |
| 1311 | 2022-04-15 17:40:51 | 57.54 | 96% |
| 314 | 2022-02-20 16:44:26 | 59.47 | 97% |