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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5264 | 2022-07-31 09:57:23 | 123.60 | 97% |
| 3397 | 2021-12-24 09:20:40 | 115.33 | 98% |
| 2193 | 2021-08-25 10:17:48 | 133.37 | 98% |
| 1831 | 2021-07-20 09:49:10 | 141.28 | 98% |