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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1440 | 2023-03-21 17:50:48 | 99.61 | 97% |
| 422 | 2020-03-18 14:19:14 | 95.42 | 97% |