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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2646 | 2020-07-05 12:51:29 | 70.56 | 97% |
| 1267 | 2020-04-21 14:38:12 | 50.87 | 95% |