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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4352 | 2021-08-15 15:51:42 | 63.44 | 95% |
| 3238 | 2021-04-05 09:58:41 | 71.81 | 97% |
| 642 | 2020-09-16 12:45:56 | 56.32 | 96% |