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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5505 | 2021-01-31 17:26:02 | 94.04 | 96.8% |
| 5109 | 2021-01-25 08:56:08 | 83.39 | 95% |
| 4635 | 2021-01-13 16:30:39 | 82.42 | 96% |