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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3725 | 2022-12-26 16:02:14 | 95.67 | 98% |
| 2241 | 2021-06-14 15:57:46 | 72.99 | 96% |