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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3997 | 2022-12-28 21:44:45 | 88.77 | 95% |
| 1629 | 2022-09-07 02:34:13 | 104.34 | 100% |