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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1901 | 2022-07-14 04:55:06 | 75.58 | 97% |
| 364 | 2022-07-07 06:56:19 | 73.03 | 95% |