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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2023-08-12 16:48:28 | 94.86 | 98% |
| 1144 | 2023-01-17 01:03:22 | 90.16 | 98% |