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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2022-04-14 08:17:42 | 148.92 | 98% |
| 865 | 2022-04-13 08:45:37 | 171.95 | 98% |