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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6100 | 2020-12-05 11:46:01 | 57.01 | 99% |
| 961 | 2020-03-05 06:08:18 | 35.52 | 95% |
| 578 | 2020-02-03 06:02:53 | 39.67 | 97% |