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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11933 | 2022-09-06 19:43:09 | 89.76 | 98% |
| 9845 | 2022-02-16 04:29:49 | 87.93 | 99% |
| 8897 | 2022-01-21 14:04:02 | 101.04 | 99% |
| 7798 | 2021-12-26 10:08:04 | 91.88 | 99% |
| 6010 | 2021-03-03 09:27:36 | 61.55 | 96% |