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 | 2023-10-24 23:48:47 | 152.03 | 98.9% |
| 1554 | 2023-10-18 16:50:03 | 148.24 | 99.3% |
| 880 | 2021-11-09 01:20:56 | 119.49 | 99% |