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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2021-03-22 01:20:59 | 62.71 | 97% |
| 1220 | 2021-03-20 22:13:07 | 81.51 | 97% |
| 1108 | 2021-03-19 17:27:04 | 85.13 | 97% |
| 314 | 2021-02-22 14:09:22 | 67.10 | 95.3% |