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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4492 | 2023-01-03 20:18:58 | 63.60 | 94% |
| 2760 | 2020-08-25 09:05:58 | 72.21 | 97% |
| 1632 | 2020-05-06 07:44:51 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 692 | 2019-09-22 09:59:21 | 54.37 | 96% |