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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 601 | 2021-09-02 18:04:02 | 78.48 | 97% |
| 110 | 2021-05-30 15:12:59 | 57.24 | 95% |