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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3868 | 2020-12-29 17:13:56 | 109.77 | 98% |
| 2852 | 2020-12-02 21:12:38 | 112.74 | 97% |