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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2021-08-30 16:06:53 | 98.41 | 98% |
| 153 | 2021-06-28 10:28:43 | 98.78 | 100% |