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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1874 | 2021-11-10 15:14:35 | 89.81 | 96% |
| 862 | 2021-08-15 01:53:41 | 89.30 | 97% |