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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2601 | 2021-04-05 09:58:34 | 85.76 | 99% |
| 1670 | 2021-02-18 18:16:39 | 77.37 | 97.1% |