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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6042 | 2021-12-15 05:50:47 | 75.79 | 99% |
| 1734 | 2021-08-19 05:08:04 | 62.17 | 98% |
| 309 | 2021-07-20 07:21:13 | 55.88 | 95% |