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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3067 | 2022-05-12 16:34:03 | 179.75 | 99% |
| 1697 | 2021-08-14 22:18:18 | 172.29 | 97% |