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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1701 | 2021-03-25 13:17:48 | 76.71 | 97% |
| 888 | 2019-11-28 17:00:33 | 67.33 | 96% |