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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10436 | 2021-01-16 06:58:41 | 101.30 | 98% |
| 9051 | 2020-12-25 14:18:40 | 96.01 | 98% |
| 3683 | 2020-09-19 06:19:59 | 69.80 | 95% |