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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2294 | 2022-12-19 18:29:00 | 132.21 | 100% |
| 2043 | 2022-12-08 19:39:12 | 117.90 | 98% |