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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26206 | 2023-07-31 11:46:23 | 92.76 | 97% |
| 19609 | 2023-05-02 20:12:51 | 98.37 | 99% |
| 3629 | 2022-08-24 14:57:50 | 75.63 | 97% |