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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4897 | 2022-03-05 09:46:25 | 79.30 | 95% |
| 4641 | 2022-02-19 02:19:12 | 76.37 | 97% |
| 2494 | 2021-10-01 09:43:20 | 79.43 | 96% |