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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1891 | 2021-10-21 05:59:23 | 76.65 | 95% |
| 1314 | 2021-05-23 00:34:29 | 76.77 | 96% |