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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8799 | 2021-08-28 01:21:22 | 77.92 | 96% |
| 8336 | 2021-07-26 21:32:38 | 81.78 | 97% |
| 6325 | 2021-04-28 20:53:35 | 89.50 | 98% |
| 3391 | 2020-01-21 01:45:00 | 64.61 | 96% |