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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 99 | 2021-03-14 19:36:23 | 66.00 | 96% |
| 97 | 2021-03-13 02:33:25 | 73.72 | 97% |