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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15636 | 2023-10-03 09:48:39 | 105.57 | 97.8% |
| 12587 | 2023-01-27 03:31:30 | 82.29 | 97% |
| 2672 | 2021-06-24 10:09:08 | 77.30 | 97% |
| 2187 | 2021-05-20 02:59:59 | 65.14 | 95% |