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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1642 | 2021-12-17 03:17:17 | 55.70 | 97% |
| 1330 | 2021-11-22 02:39:12 | 53.58 | 96% |
| 256 | 2021-02-19 02:57:45 | 52.30 | 97.4% |