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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2021-07-26 21:32:35 | 89.33 | 97% |
| 293 | 2021-04-07 03:08:22 | 65.77 | 95% |