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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8585 | 2021-10-26 21:13:22 | 80.93 | 95% |
| 7517 | 2021-05-29 15:43:55 | 79.12 | 96% |
| 6870 | 2021-05-04 18:07:16 | 79.53 | 96% |
| 3133 | 2021-01-04 13:11:40 | 67.67 | 95% |