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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3844 | 2021-08-17 13:34:36 | 81.94 | 94% |
| 48 | 2021-01-30 11:53:24 | 73.38 | 94% |