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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2021-01-05 14:07:43 | 90.71 | 99% |
| 209 | 2018-01-28 21:34:42 | 92.52 | 99% |