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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6129 | 2021-02-14 20:17:56 | 104.21 | 98.9% |
| 4265 | 2021-01-04 21:08:43 | 84.52 | 98% |
| 1925 | 2020-04-29 13:34:19 | 80.27 | 97% |