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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3841 | 2021-08-27 05:03:17 | 112.73 | 99% |
| 2644 | 2021-02-16 01:25:03 | 100.87 | 97.9% |