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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1744 | 2022-01-11 22:35:38 | 99.27 | 95% |
| 1432 | 2021-12-23 21:11:00 | 82.41 | 94% |