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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2021-01-16 15:21:08 | 29.91 | 92% |
| 9 | 2020-12-26 13:54:24 | 22.91 | 90% |