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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11634 | 2021-09-18 14:48:18 | 71.78 | 96% |
| 7885 | 2021-01-31 17:30:48 | 95.29 | 99% |