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 | 2023-10-18 23:42:23 | 160.19 | 99.3% |
| 6727 | 2023-02-13 03:40:17 | 140.40 | 98% |
| 5203 | 2022-08-17 15:18:55 | 137.27 | 98% |
| 2209 | 2020-05-26 13:34:51 | 105.84 | 97% |