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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8366 | 2023-06-07 12:22:31 | 98.22 | 96% |
| 5513 | 2022-01-11 16:15:46 | 93.60 | 96% |
| 3533 | 2021-10-02 14:17:38 | 89.24 | 96% |
| 2312 | 2021-08-31 16:08:05 | 75.37 | 95% |
| 1524 | 2021-08-04 12:10:36 | 92.64 | 97% |