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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8658 | 2023-01-02 01:04:20 | 99.02 | 97% |
| 6540 | 2022-09-26 23:16:16 | 97.98 | 97% |
| 4097 | 2022-07-31 05:39:32 | 104.08 | 97% |
| 3676 | 2022-07-17 17:06:02 | 93.88 | 96% |