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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2021-11-17 22:13:40 | 48.38 | 94% |
| 1383 | 2021-08-20 17:26:17 | 49.18 | 95% |