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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5605 | 2022-03-10 06:46:51 | 93.43 | 98% |
| 2190 | 2020-11-28 17:15:08 | 67.13 | 98% |