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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1876 | 2023-06-19 06:07:03 | 117.05 | 99.6% |
| 87 | 2021-10-26 10:33:18 | 98.54 | 97% |