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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1587 | 2021-12-27 14:56:39 | 89.93 | 97% |
| 1381 | 2021-02-04 02:44:38 | 94.26 | 97% |