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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2219 | 2019-08-28 08:25:08 | 81.81 | 99% |
| 1776 | 2019-08-24 11:05:29 | 86.85 | 100% |
| 1296 | 2019-08-20 22:19:48 | 72.05 | 98% |