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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8425 | 2021-03-09 15:39:25 | 115.57 | 99% |
| 3800 | 2020-08-04 07:28:58 | 100.34 | 97% |