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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7890 | 2023-06-26 05:13:05 | 193.48 | 99% |
| 5174 | 2023-01-20 06:26:25 | 185.02 | 99% |
| 3716 | 2022-06-06 07:22:18 | 136.86 | 97% |
| 1993 | 2021-11-10 04:10:35 | 154.76 | 98% |