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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4299 | 2023-10-09 20:39:27 | 62.48 | 95.9% |
| 2654 | 2022-12-09 08:01:32 | 58.02 | 94% |
| 1618 | 2022-10-19 02:08:21 | 57.39 | 96% |
| 384 | 2022-07-29 18:10:42 | 59.48 | 98% |