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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1735 | 2022-07-21 05:08:15 | 46.32 | 95% |
| 259 | 2020-05-04 04:01:46 | 31.51 | 94% |