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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2392 | 2023-07-12 17:53:58 | 131.87 | 99% |
| 365 | 2023-02-07 21:27:55 | 128.13 | 98% |