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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1679 | 2021-04-14 08:00:53 | 93.22 | 98% |
| 38 | 2020-12-23 06:28:23 | 72.93 | 97% |