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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3619 | 2021-01-01 06:46:33 | 103.02 | 98% |
| 2751 | 2020-12-25 02:15:37 | 106.29 | 99% |