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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2021-09-05 13:31:07 | 76.46 | 98% |
| 21 | 2020-09-18 08:04:23 | 53.14 | 95% |