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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4514 | 2022-02-08 23:26:26 | 109.46 | 97% |
| 1698 | 2019-10-11 14:22:48 | 87.30 | 96% |