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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2022-01-30 21:17:48 | 72.41 | 95% |
| 518 | 2020-11-04 06:03:50 | 63.77 | 94% |