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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4009 | 2022-12-07 10:47:24 | 80.90 | 99% |
| 1794 | 2022-06-30 08:32:21 | 68.64 | 98% |
| 611 | 2022-03-28 18:06:45 | 49.35 | 96% |