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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1260 | 2021-01-01 13:49:53 | 84.13 | 96% |
| 1019 | 2020-12-25 14:18:49 | 74.44 | 94% |