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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2512 | 2023-01-22 11:55:01 | 124.89 | 99% |
| 1322 | 2022-08-08 05:22:06 | 99.69 | 96% |
| 383 | 2022-07-23 08:10:08 | 100.25 | 97% |