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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 806 | 2022-04-02 22:31:29 | 47.91 | 94% |
| 406 | 2022-03-24 18:15:42 | 37.26 | 94% |
| 69 | 2022-03-20 08:13:28 | 32.17 | 93% |