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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6695 | 2022-11-16 13:22:37 | 89.05 | 97% |
| 3062 | 2022-08-31 02:43:04 | 81.51 | 97% |