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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2872 | 2020-11-02 16:06:50 | 77.65 | 96% |
| 749 | 2020-07-29 21:52:24 | 63.56 | 97% |