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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2443 | 2022-04-25 20:26:07 | 58.83 | 98% |
| 800 | 2021-10-16 06:15:52 | 58.77 | 96% |