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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2023-02-23 08:16:54 | 64.88 | 96% |
| 1199 | 2023-02-21 15:19:36 | 68.01 | 98% |
| 538 | 2023-01-03 09:10:27 | 64.53 | 97% |