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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2022-06-04 15:33:13 | 90.50 | 97% |
| 178 | 2022-05-14 13:17:04 | 70.65 | 97% |