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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 586 | 2021-01-13 22:06:31 | 68.46 | 96% |
| 99 | 2020-04-13 01:42:36 | 57.10 | 94% |