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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4099 | 2021-06-06 16:41:58 | 56.94 | 95% |
| 3678 | 2021-05-18 10:05:38 | 72.83 | 98% |
| 3501 | 2021-05-06 05:12:23 | 69.55 | 97% |