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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2347 | 2021-01-10 07:37:46 | 83.66 | 96% |
| 2062 | 2021-01-07 15:23:09 | 57.88 | 91% |
| 2053 | 2021-01-07 15:14:39 | 71.92 | 95% |