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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 767 | 2021-10-09 03:25:49 | 91.11 | 100% |
| 237 | 2020-05-01 22:54:36 | 84.54 | 99% |