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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2022-06-09 05:59:15 | 101.82 | 97% |
| 237 | 2020-10-18 14:02:28 | 96.85 | 98% |