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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5139 | 2020-12-09 06:05:32 | 90.99 | 99% |
| 4411 | 2020-10-30 09:19:31 | 86.49 | 98% |
| 459 | 2019-06-10 10:40:51 | 75.81 | 99% |