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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3122 | 2020-11-27 12:21:17 | 78.97 | 98% |
| 555 | 2019-01-12 01:21:31 | 62.68 | 97% |