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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3976 | 2022-04-29 07:56:26 | 93.08 | 97% |
| 3447 | 2020-12-17 21:07:26 | 86.09 | 97% |