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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2707 | 2022-04-02 18:05:34 | 81.97 | 97% |
| 2010 | 2021-07-27 13:04:02 | 87.74 | 98% |