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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16342 | 2021-01-31 07:04:48 | 79.08 | 96.8% |
| 15382 | 2020-11-27 07:01:59 | 83.18 | 97% |
| 2086 | 2018-09-24 09:22:16 | 47.16 | 95% |