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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6520 | 2021-06-16 18:20:24 | 83.90 | 98% |
| 4131 | 2021-03-13 17:07:57 | 79.59 | 97% |
| 959 | 2020-11-06 16:49:56 | 60.47 | 96% |