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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2217 | 2021-03-12 11:04:01 | 71.88 | 96% |
| 321 | 2016-11-16 14:59:05 | 42.31 | 89% |
| 236 | 2016-11-01 20:17:41 | 33.76 | 89% |