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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 579 | 2022-03-31 13:15:00 | 97.92 | 99% |
| 182 | 2022-03-13 22:10:37 | 89.31 | 99% |