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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2020-10-18 18:39:56 | 48.03 | 96% |
| 101 | 2020-09-08 17:34:36 | 39.52 | 96% |