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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5821 | 2023-07-18 07:38:40 | 157.93 | 99% |
| 3138 | 2021-08-31 05:17:29 | 141.15 | 98% |
| 1185 | 2021-05-07 05:10:37 | 134.97 | 98% |
| 672 | 2021-03-25 06:36:59 | 139.40 | 99% |