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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2022-05-01 16:33:52 | 80.36 | 96% |
| 288 | 2020-12-20 22:26:14 | 74.68 | 98% |