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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3796 | 2021-11-22 13:42:00 | 91.42 | 98% |
| 3212 | 2021-09-28 08:58:06 | 101.74 | 99% |
| 2932 | 2021-09-06 06:14:50 | 84.57 | 98% |