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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7260 | 2023-02-13 19:16:14 | 45.89 | 96% |
| 6936 | 2023-01-17 16:41:16 | 48.51 | 95% |
| 2772 | 2022-09-22 17:02:04 | 43.19 | 95% |
| 9 | 2021-12-16 06:06:36 | 34.58 | 95% |