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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 420 | 2021-02-25 03:47:24 | 37.40 | 88.8% |
| 19 | 2020-11-03 11:56:49 | 29.61 | 88% |