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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6462 | 2021-10-11 11:54:08 | 93.55 | 97% |
| 3906 | 2019-10-06 15:12:24 | 90.44 | 98% |