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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12474 | 2023-09-23 06:46:51 | 146.11 | 98.9% |
| 5550 | 2022-02-02 10:13:35 | 111.60 | 97% |
| 3480 | 2021-12-03 08:08:23 | 110.74 | 97% |
| 2367 | 2021-11-23 15:08:22 | 111.13 | 98% |
| 491 | 2021-01-11 11:12:18 | 105.74 | 98% |