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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3194 | 2023-04-06 13:58:32 | 74.99 | 98% |
| 2771 | 2022-06-07 10:32:19 | 79.69 | 98% |