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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2812 | 2022-05-28 08:44:22 | 69.82 | 96% |
| 2717 | 2022-04-07 17:41:59 | 71.76 | 96% |
| 2047 | 2022-01-29 20:31:42 | 70.11 | 96% |
| 1717 | 2020-12-24 05:12:40 | 67.74 | 97% |