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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2022-01-16 23:37:37 | 84.77 | 99% |
| 200 | 2021-12-27 15:24:38 | 89.86 | 99% |