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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5042 | 2022-12-10 12:32:43 | 100.47 | 98% |
| 1774 | 2021-01-22 15:00:44 | 81.30 | 98% |