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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3717 | 2023-06-02 07:30:53 | 202.28 | 100% |
| 3160 | 2023-05-22 12:07:55 | 209.87 | 100% |
| 2943 | 2023-05-18 23:08:25 | 186.17 | 98% |
| 1252 | 2021-05-22 21:03:59 | 168.85 | 98% |
| 154 | 2021-03-25 13:56:56 | 174.88 | 98% |