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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1213 | 2021-02-21 15:22:29 | 70.80 | 99% |
| 437 | 2016-03-08 17:12:33 | 54.63 | 94% |