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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3693 | 2023-10-28 04:44:20 | 90.06 | 98.6% |
| 1801 | 2023-10-01 09:58:01 | 91.97 | 97.3% |
| 1423 | 2023-09-29 11:10:20 | 76.41 | 97.1% |
| 389 | 2023-09-16 16:26:32 | 89.39 | 98% |