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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2021-01-04 09:04:19 | 71.34 | 96% |
| 263 | 2020-12-25 08:39:28 | 68.22 | 96% |