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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3280 | 2022-10-13 12:30:37 | 79.36 | 99% |
| 3273 | 2022-10-12 14:09:04 | 80.42 | 99% |