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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11453 | 2020-10-09 20:36:24 | 118.40 | 99% |
| 11052 | 2020-10-06 09:31:38 | 107.10 | 97% |
| 4917 | 2020-02-28 02:44:15 | 107.49 | 97% |