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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3665 | 2020-09-03 15:59:39 | 83.93 | 97% |
| 1591 | 2020-04-08 02:27:28 | 78.97 | 96% |