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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9620 | 2022-09-06 22:39:58 | 102.90 | 98% |
| 8805 | 2022-03-06 15:19:43 | 121.80 | 99% |
| 4674 | 2021-02-20 16:28:58 | 98.09 | 97.4% |
| 2389 | 2020-11-14 07:02:22 | 68.31 | 93% |