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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1564 | 2021-05-14 18:21:27 | 68.84 | 96% |
| 1274 | 2021-04-18 10:54:20 | 57.41 | 96% |
| 1103 | 2021-04-08 17:39:32 | 60.15 | 97% |