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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2788 | 2022-11-08 08:00:22 | 83.91 | 98% |
| 1759 | 2022-07-16 00:29:14 | 73.92 | 95% |