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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2734 | 2021-09-25 18:02:34 | 74.27 | 96% |
| 1451 | 2021-09-06 21:52:55 | 72.87 | 97% |