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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8929 | 2023-02-10 21:19:29 | 66.20 | 97% |
| 6636 | 2022-04-01 17:23:21 | 60.46 | 96% |
| 5580 | 2021-12-21 06:35:41 | 62.23 | 97% |