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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8782 | 2023-04-23 13:47:38 | 123.39 | 98% |
| 6756 | 2023-02-16 17:15:53 | 108.74 | 96% |
| 6029 | 2023-01-23 12:49:21 | 127.65 | 98% |
| 4494 | 2022-11-27 10:18:29 | 101.81 | 97% |
| 4476 | 2022-11-27 10:00:35 | 115.96 | 99% |