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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4258 | 2021-07-20 17:09:39 | 196.03 | 99% |
| 4071 | 2021-06-28 03:20:16 | 187.14 | 98% |
| 3827 | 2021-06-18 21:04:13 | 177.48 | 97% |
| 3825 | 2021-06-18 21:01:22 | 175.94 | 99% |
| 1076 | 2021-04-28 02:08:12 | 170.25 | 98% |