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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3436 | 2022-07-17 18:37:03 | 114.09 | 98% |
| 3256 | 2022-07-11 01:18:16 | 110.62 | 98% |