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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 814 | 2020-10-13 14:33:12 | 69.35 | 96% |
| 717 | 2020-10-12 16:23:48 | 60.78 | 94% |
| 98 | 2020-09-22 20:12:13 | 52.08 | 94% |