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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12339 | 2022-07-15 11:32:15 | 96.83 | 98% |
| 10077 | 2022-01-28 15:15:35 | 89.76 | 98% |
| 5536 | 2021-10-08 19:00:28 | 78.21 | 96% |
| 987 | 2021-08-14 15:57:34 | 69.52 | 96% |
| 532 | 2021-08-09 15:38:10 | 76.95 | 99% |