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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2856 | 2021-09-11 09:04:49 | 78.84 | 97% |
| 1791 | 2021-08-26 10:42:01 | 74.07 | 96% |