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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1823 | 2023-03-05 01:38:15 | 97.85 | 97% |
| 966 | 2021-12-29 15:20:30 | 97.50 | 97% |