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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1715 | 2022-01-02 14:35:15 | 90.53 | 98% |
| 1255 | 2021-07-24 14:53:34 | 92.63 | 98% |