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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1556 | 2022-11-18 15:30:03 | 60.76 | 99% |
| 643 | 2016-12-01 19:23:59 | 45.47 | 91% |