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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1503 | 2021-02-11 00:57:24 | 51.91 | 96% |
| 1469 | 2021-02-10 22:15:05 | 46.04 | 94% |