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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4751 | 2022-02-06 17:45:25 | 103.57 | 98% |
| 2014 | 2021-02-06 11:31:51 | 84.13 | 97.9% |