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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1562 | 2021-01-30 01:18:42 | 57.62 | 96.5% |
| 1517 | 2021-01-27 11:48:10 | 61.83 | 98% |
| 1068 | 2021-01-12 23:25:44 | 48.24 | 94% |