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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3362 | 2021-04-26 16:46:57 | 84.90 | 96% |
| 128 | 2019-12-10 18:47:40 | 56.98 | 95% |