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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7756 | 2023-11-01 02:24:10 | 89.38 | 97.4% |
| 4680 | 2022-07-14 13:04:13 | 89.61 | 96% |
| 858 | 2021-01-25 14:20:22 | 71.76 | 96% |