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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4695 | 2020-07-09 19:40:17 | 98.80 | 97% |
| 3851 | 2020-06-21 19:37:57 | 99.67 | 95% |
| 3556 | 2020-06-20 19:02:33 | 104.17 | 98% |