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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2021-03-16 11:26:59 | 70.31 | 98% |
| 405 | 2021-03-02 08:51:34 | 67.15 | 97% |