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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7126 | 2021-04-04 10:12:49 | 75.78 | 95% |
| 6908 | 2021-03-20 22:13:12 | 72.42 | 96% |