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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11539 | 2023-01-27 06:53:13 | 144.77 | 98% |
| 8989 | 2022-10-12 03:24:25 | 133.31 | 98% |
| 7532 | 2022-09-26 18:14:05 | 146.42 | 99% |
| 4798 | 2022-08-30 09:10:54 | 134.72 | 98% |