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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1324 | 2021-12-28 04:03:51 | 79.56 | 98% |
| 929 | 2021-10-25 12:29:40 | 67.32 | 96% |