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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2838 | 2021-05-06 15:43:36 | 85.91 | 98% |
| 1657 | 2021-04-21 08:41:38 | 76.90 | 97% |