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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8411 | 2021-03-11 15:30:59 | 71.38 | 96% |
| 7516 | 2020-11-25 13:03:13 | 65.93 | 96% |