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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4783 | 2020-12-06 14:30:38 | 83.01 | 96% |
| 3139 | 2019-10-17 06:21:41 | 85.52 | 97% |