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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3576 | 2021-09-30 00:41:18 | 67.84 | 100% |
| 2132 | 2021-04-11 03:26:10 | 60.35 | 96% |