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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13563 | 2023-03-19 09:29:59 | 91.10 | 98% |
| 13534 | 2023-03-17 12:45:30 | 77.70 | 97% |
| 13350 | 2023-03-06 09:07:06 | 87.87 | 98% |
| 10547 | 2020-12-24 10:47:17 | 80.99 | 98% |
| 1724 | 2020-09-15 13:53:37 | 50.31 | 96% |