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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 884 | 2021-02-10 10:50:15 | 89.80 | 96.7% |
| 500 | 2020-12-22 05:39:59 | 72.38 | 99% |
| 237 | 2020-11-22 07:36:30 | 81.26 | 97% |