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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10052 | 2020-12-09 13:55:23 | 56.12 | 97% |
| 6323 | 2018-09-21 21:03:03 | 47.62 | 98% |
| 2740 | 2018-04-06 20:20:11 | 35.32 | 96% |