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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68 | 2023-06-23 06:23:23 | 104.74 | 98.6% |
| 54 | 2022-03-23 16:38:57 | 84.12 | 96% |