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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19419 | 2023-09-22 22:37:20 | 100.21 | 97.4% |
| 17475 | 2023-08-21 15:48:35 | 107.86 | 98.9% |
| 15435 | 2022-10-10 18:44:55 | 111.43 | 98% |
| 6684 | 2021-03-20 20:53:59 | 98.93 | 97% |
| 2799 | 2020-12-21 22:01:19 | 88.65 | 97% |