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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1360 | 2022-05-04 06:20:38 | 102.00 | 99% |
| 987 | 2022-02-27 12:56:19 | 85.18 | 97% |