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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2944 | 2021-07-05 10:22:32 | 66.80 | 94% |
| 2413 | 2021-06-01 13:06:39 | 71.82 | 97% |
| 2247 | 2021-05-23 13:47:49 | 77.10 | 96% |