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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13303 | 2023-03-05 02:17:21 | 130.45 | 97% |
| 10453 | 2022-03-02 21:53:43 | 161.56 | 100% |
| 7600 | 2021-06-05 23:14:00 | 158.69 | 98% |
| 6818 | 2021-05-10 20:28:54 | 157.65 | 98% |
| 4365 | 2021-02-06 23:26:21 | 145.77 | 98% |
| 3455 | 2021-01-12 23:36:32 | 157.98 | 99% |