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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2592 | 2021-09-22 08:38:18 | 58.83 | 96% |
| 1516 | 2021-06-13 07:47:01 | 54.56 | 95% |