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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 982 | 2022-09-02 23:56:06 | 93.20 | 99% |
| 266 | 2016-07-14 21:33:01 | 70.30 | 90% |
| 119 | 2016-03-16 23:40:43 | 91.89 | 95% |