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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1980 | 2023-01-11 14:18:12 | 90.42 | 99% |
| 310 | 2022-07-30 21:17:03 | 83.57 | 98% |