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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1422 | 2020-07-21 08:25:56 | 102.55 | 96% |
| 649 | 2020-05-01 10:14:58 | 88.26 | 95% |