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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3410 | 2022-02-16 12:27:15 | 85.89 | 95% |
| 1428 | 2020-11-02 15:08:56 | 76.54 | 95% |