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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2062 | 2023-08-15 03:05:02 | 54.22 | 97.1% |
| 1131 | 2023-07-08 14:42:55 | 46.43 | 96.3% |
| 645 | 2023-06-15 00:20:00 | 38.91 | 95.2% |
| 321 | 2023-06-04 04:14:08 | 37.41 | 92.6% |