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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2352 | 2021-11-26 15:05:14 | 67.81 | 96% |
| 623 | 2021-08-04 04:53:46 | 69.45 | 94% |