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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14282 | 2020-07-25 13:09:19 | 83.34 | 98% |
| 13481 | 2020-07-03 17:47:01 | 96.07 | 98% |
| 12523 | 2020-05-21 00:11:19 | 91.74 | 98% |