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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3258 | 2023-11-01 06:54:50 | 110.79 | 97.4% |
| 2280 | 2020-05-04 03:33:47 | 83.11 | 95% |