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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4342 | 2021-02-15 09:01:36 | 105.13 | 97.9% |
| 1308 | 2020-09-04 04:47:52 | 77.31 | 96% |