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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7354 | 2022-05-21 00:02:26 | 116.10 | 97% |
| 2561 | 2021-12-02 21:18:06 | 112.54 | 97% |