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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14164 | 2022-11-20 10:47:53 | 94.60 | 97% |
| 5797 | 2021-05-02 09:10:58 | 108.53 | 99% |
| 5470 | 2021-04-24 08:24:46 | 101.85 | 100% |
| 2901 | 2020-12-29 13:59:35 | 105.60 | 99% |