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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5646 | 2022-11-14 22:07:39 | 64.89 | 98% |
| 4887 | 2021-11-26 17:42:39 | 62.76 | 97% |
| 4579 | 2021-11-02 23:17:29 | 60.61 | 96% |
| 4539 | 2021-10-29 21:47:02 | 65.58 | 97% |
| 1990 | 2021-05-08 23:04:05 | 59.52 | 97% |