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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6657 | 2021-05-03 19:22:21 | 87.35 | 97% |
| 3084 | 2020-11-09 23:43:46 | 92.31 | 98% |