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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2022-07-25 07:54:06 | 70.64 | 99% |
| 606 | 2022-05-27 15:41:43 | 66.41 | 100% |
| 12 | 2022-05-01 14:35:09 | 38.76 | 98% |