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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10370 | 2022-07-31 09:57:30 | 97.91 | 95% |
| 5803 | 2021-11-12 06:27:51 | 81.50 | 94% |