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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3089 | 2023-07-30 10:12:10 | 89.40 | 98% |
| 1821 | 2019-01-26 13:30:38 | 83.20 | 99% |
| 1043 | 2013-02-18 02:41:12 | 79.32 | 94% |
| 544 | 2012-05-19 17:08:26 | 67.35 | 97% |