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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9165 | 2021-05-01 03:47:29 | 70.92 | 95% |
| 8099 | 2021-02-14 20:18:08 | 74.23 | 97% |
| 244 | 2018-10-02 01:52:06 | 51.61 | 97% |