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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1827 | 2023-04-27 11:29:20 | 87.83 | 97% |
| 1762 | 2023-04-06 11:40:40 | 85.98 | 99% |
| 561 | 2019-07-26 13:55:45 | 86.82 | 99% |