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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2325 | 2020-12-22 06:45:21 | 65.56 | 97% |
| 179 | 2020-11-01 06:12:48 | 57.70 | 95% |