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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2020-09-19 17:38:30 | 64.82 | 94% |
| 235 | 2020-02-16 16:20:11 | 48.88 | 92% |