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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8094 | 2023-05-27 12:28:40 | 110.02 | 98% |
| 3873 | 2021-05-02 11:04:31 | 56.15 | 93% |
| 2111 | 2021-03-01 06:45:40 | 62.27 | 95.5% |
| 1214 | 2021-02-15 04:17:03 | 53.19 | 94.3% |