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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17799 | 2023-07-02 03:04:03 | 166.86 | 99% |
| 13689 | 2022-12-23 16:19:47 | 165.81 | 99% |
| 9032 | 2020-12-23 23:48:14 | 160.21 | 99% |
| 6566 | 2019-01-09 22:45:34 | 133.99 | 98% |
| 5272 | 2018-02-15 00:58:30 | 133.39 | 98% |
| 1032 | 2017-08-28 21:34:10 | 148.73 | 100% |