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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2021-08-17 15:06:34 | 125.26 | 98% |
| 471 | 2021-08-03 15:23:47 | 112.45 | 97% |