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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1971 | 2021-07-05 14:51:52 | 83.27 | 98% |
| 1354 | 2018-02-10 19:37:06 | 64.94 | 95% |
| 1284 | 2018-02-09 12:19:05 | 74.48 | 96% |