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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10724 | 2023-10-25 19:54:21 | 110.49 | 98.9% |
| 9761 | 2023-01-30 12:40:19 | 98.87 | 98% |
| 119 | 2021-01-26 10:33:40 | 51.16 | 96% |