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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9969 | 2021-08-06 07:46:38 | 158.60 | 100% |
| 8985 | 2021-07-20 07:59:44 | 152.52 | 100% |
| 5700 | 2021-05-14 08:59:10 | 143.98 | 99% |
| 5461 | 2021-04-29 23:40:52 | 143.17 | 100% |
| 4612 | 2021-04-15 23:42:40 | 140.21 | 100% |
| 3911 | 2021-04-04 17:16:01 | 134.60 | 99% |
| 2155 | 2021-03-25 04:33:02 | 127.81 | 98% |