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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2033 | 2021-01-02 08:13:50 | 89.04 | 98% |
| 642 | 2014-10-13 07:56:29 | 49.24 | 95% |