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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2675 | 2021-09-11 17:18:13 | 100.50 | 96% |
| 1538 | 2020-11-01 18:18:52 | 121.45 | 98% |