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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2021-03-09 02:57:36 | 60.48 | 95% |
| 393 | 2021-03-05 05:46:19 | 50.81 | 94% |