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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2021-11-12 12:18:23 | 43.59 | 94% |
| 143 | 2021-11-11 11:47:29 | 39.21 | 95% |