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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2021-08-03 14:36:22 | 76.57 | 97% |
| 1145 | 2021-08-02 12:39:37 | 61.25 | 94% |