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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5118 | 2021-12-12 14:58:59 | 87.79 | 95% |
| 4854 | 2021-10-06 16:54:08 | 98.02 | 96% |