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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2020-06-13 05:52:31 | 86.13 | 97% |
| 617 | 2019-05-31 08:00:34 | 78.09 | 97% |
| 596 | 2019-05-18 11:44:48 | 80.81 | 97% |