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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2021-11-09 15:41:53 | 100.45 | 99% |
| 234 | 2021-11-03 21:25:04 | 92.81 | 99% |
| 27 | 2021-11-03 17:25:50 | 79.21 | 97% |