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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2020-09-22 20:12:05 | 59.90 | 97% |
| 187 | 2020-08-17 09:00:14 | 30.03 | 92% |