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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7024 | 2022-08-14 16:53:15 | 85.97 | 97% |
| 5405 | 2022-07-30 17:07:23 | 91.13 | 96% |
| 5090 | 2022-07-27 18:03:18 | 102.78 | 97% |
| 2750 | 2020-05-11 03:15:30 | 78.41 | 94% |