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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4256 | 2022-04-11 09:43:42 | 79.81 | 96% |
| 1494 | 2021-10-13 15:39:13 | 66.87 | 94% |