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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12977 | 2022-02-28 06:44:59 | 83.22 | 96% |
| 5205 | 2021-08-14 12:09:39 | 74.41 | 98% |
| 4149 | 2021-08-01 10:35:33 | 69.42 | 96% |
| 3799 | 2021-07-28 04:24:01 | 72.67 | 96% |