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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1357 | 2022-04-30 11:10:16 | 77.13 | 97% |
| 1199 | 2022-04-23 03:45:08 | 69.19 | 96% |