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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5463 | 2023-05-22 11:39:11 | 85.40 | 97% |
| 4613 | 2023-04-19 07:34:42 | 82.66 | 95% |
| 4548 | 2023-04-18 18:20:18 | 79.54 | 94% |
| 3559 | 2023-03-29 13:02:09 | 77.49 | 96% |