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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12572 | 2023-08-26 13:25:13 | 70.15 | 97% |
| 11270 | 2022-11-13 05:38:55 | 64.36 | 96% |
| 8453 | 2022-04-07 08:38:54 | 62.93 | 97% |
| 1120 | 2021-10-06 12:15:41 | 55.89 | 98% |
| 435 | 2021-09-25 09:55:01 | 50.40 | 97% |