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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2995 | 2022-10-01 14:02:52 | 70.30 | 97% |
| 2988 | 2022-09-14 16:51:53 | 57.33 | 95% |
| 420 | 2021-09-19 23:05:58 | 48.30 | 95% |