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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291 | 2021-12-20 08:07:34 | 38.40 | 93% |
| 36 | 2016-09-12 09:33:04 | 34.95 | 90% |