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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2988 | 2021-02-09 14:49:26 | 91.74 | 98% |
| 1848 | 2020-10-13 14:33:06 | 80.00 | 96% |