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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5661 | 2022-10-27 16:43:26 | 95.36 | 97% |
| 3743 | 2022-01-07 15:46:25 | 93.60 | 97% |
| 3742 | 2022-01-07 15:43:33 | 90.38 | 97% |
| 156 | 2018-10-17 14:43:57 | 73.95 | 97% |