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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2023-02-09 16:20:22 | 111.69 | 98% |
| 461 | 2023-02-05 14:59:41 | 105.36 | 98% |
| 245 | 2023-02-04 21:45:30 | 96.60 | 98% |
| 175 | 2023-01-29 17:38:58 | 95.61 | 97% |