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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1702 | 2021-06-14 17:25:02 | 76.70 | 96% |
| 132 | 2019-10-18 08:26:01 | 68.77 | 95% |