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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 617 | 2021-08-28 04:02:30 | 57.90 | 95% |
| 484 | 2021-08-24 20:31:02 | 51.35 | 97% |