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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8265 | 2023-05-25 03:52:42 | 73.34 | 98.6% |
| 7359 | 2023-03-23 03:58:32 | 91.15 | 98% |
| 1277 | 2022-10-14 03:20:30 | 65.74 | 96% |
| 1024 | 2022-10-02 03:16:24 | 69.33 | 97% |
| 365 | 2022-03-05 10:41:30 | 50.40 | 96% |