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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5070 | 2022-05-19 06:02:52 | 57.27 | 98% |
| 3498 | 2022-03-29 05:15:31 | 47.56 | 96% |
| 2720 | 2022-03-14 18:03:53 | 46.55 | 97% |
| 2504 | 2022-03-08 17:02:20 | 41.73 | 97% |