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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1355 | 2020-03-02 19:05:27 | 54.15 | 96% |
| 534 | 2019-10-02 21:25:46 | 46.85 | 94% |