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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 742 | 2020-07-21 10:54:48 | 89.88 | 98% |
| 21 | 2020-06-29 12:29:50 | 78.64 | 97% |