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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2872 | 2023-09-15 02:46:03 | 101.06 | 98.9% |
| 1784 | 2020-01-08 19:35:50 | 90.47 | 97% |