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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4291 | 2021-06-26 20:26:38 | 70.16 | 96% |
| 2240 | 2021-01-25 17:18:11 | 71.56 | 97% |