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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6419 | 2022-11-16 02:05:08 | 162.08 | 99% |
| 5916 | 2022-10-17 12:53:24 | 178.02 | 98% |
| 5591 | 2022-06-08 19:37:51 | 136.29 | 96% |
| 3379 | 2021-05-10 04:00:21 | 158.09 | 99% |
| 2296 | 2020-06-28 09:25:12 | 136.84 | 96% |