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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14020 | 2021-12-21 00:53:51 | 85.77 | 99% |
| 6403 | 2020-03-11 03:40:38 | 77.77 | 97% |
| 4381 | 2019-11-27 02:30:49 | 63.27 | 97% |