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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2021-01-09 20:35:03 | 53.03 | 95% |
| 417 | 2020-12-04 12:13:57 | 51.62 | 96% |