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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6363 | 2023-10-17 17:42:26 | 115.51 | 98% |
| 1271 | 2021-05-02 11:04:10 | 89.03 | 96% |