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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2023-06-01 18:45:25 | 73.82 | 96% |
| 1466 | 2022-12-08 05:01:55 | 66.09 | 94% |