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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3432 | 2021-09-02 19:02:48 | 82.15 | 98% |
| 1692 | 2019-07-09 20:00:09 | 64.31 | 94% |
| 1407 | 2019-02-09 18:44:42 | 63.09 | 97% |