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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3510 | 2022-01-08 12:39:02 | 71.70 | 97% |
| 3180 | 2021-11-04 09:45:06 | 64.28 | 93% |
| 2719 | 2021-10-15 07:48:12 | 76.65 | 96% |
| 2415 | 2021-09-23 07:23:55 | 59.18 | 95% |
| 1569 | 2021-08-07 10:00:32 | 72.89 | 98% |