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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4419 | 2023-06-13 14:35:04 | 88.00 | 98% |
| 1986 | 2023-01-31 15:26:30 | 79.52 | 97% |