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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1127 | 2021-11-04 15:34:22 | 75.39 | 95% |
| 365 | 2021-09-23 13:51:13 | 60.52 | 97% |
| 192 | 2021-09-19 10:16:19 | 55.19 | 97% |