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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2633 | 2021-07-23 05:03:17 | 98.39 | 98% |
| 1463 | 2020-12-15 14:36:24 | 87.74 | 97% |