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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4970 | 2023-01-14 10:32:00 | 92.09 | 97% |
| 3612 | 2022-05-17 11:32:10 | 89.21 | 99% |
| 1537 | 2022-02-16 02:53:37 | 78.69 | 98% |
| 1188 | 2022-02-08 20:34:07 | 75.85 | 98% |