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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 120 | 2021-01-15 15:53:39 | 45.32 | 94% |
| 85 | 2021-01-12 04:14:13 | 36.52 | 92% |