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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4400 | 2021-12-03 16:15:22 | 68.77 | 97% |
| 2918 | 2020-10-01 17:00:14 | 63.32 | 96% |