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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2578 | 2021-05-22 03:08:11 | 63.94 | 94% |
| 1523 | 2021-03-09 19:21:02 | 68.09 | 95% |
| 1471 | 2021-03-09 14:54:23 | 71.23 | 96% |
| 136 | 2019-08-03 05:40:10 | 40.21 | 93% |