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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2947 | 2022-05-19 17:33:54 | 97.49 | 98% |
| 315 | 2021-08-12 03:51:40 | 85.68 | 98% |