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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 320 | 2021-11-20 21:12:19 | 136.18 | 99% |
| 117 | 2021-08-29 19:08:11 | 140.81 | 99% |