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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2021-04-25 09:21:37 | 109.00 | 98% |
| 1211 | 2021-04-17 18:15:59 | 96.94 | 96% |
| 1152 | 2021-04-13 06:17:35 | 110.02 | 98% |