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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3075 | 2022-06-27 06:53:07 | 76.67 | 97% |
| 2336 | 2022-02-02 09:51:57 | 76.88 | 97% |