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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8288 | 2023-08-11 03:26:15 | 102.92 | 95.4% |
| 5178 | 2022-08-15 01:35:04 | 128.05 | 98% |
| 4545 | 2022-07-10 00:07:11 | 122.44 | 98% |
| 860 | 2022-02-16 04:29:41 | 112.16 | 97% |