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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2021-12-10 22:14:42 | 71.76 | 95% |
| 30 | 2021-06-15 13:29:42 | 50.83 | 93% |