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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2402 | 2023-06-09 13:27:10 | 119.29 | 100% |
| 1566 | 2023-05-25 10:03:23 | 112.73 | 100% |