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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3138 | 2021-05-24 10:45:45 | 67.20 | 96% |
| 2514 | 2020-10-31 05:55:42 | 60.77 | 97% |
| 911 | 2020-09-13 02:42:47 | 42.88 | 94% |