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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2020-10-20 20:40:50 | 82.24 | 98% |
| 10 | 2020-07-20 19:15:24 | 63.63 | 98% |