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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2952 | 2022-03-27 20:12:19 | 86.25 | 97% |
| 2151 | 2021-09-11 21:48:37 | 73.05 | 97% |