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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1573 | 2022-11-16 03:32:02 | 94.73 | 99% |
| 323 | 2021-07-01 05:04:03 | 71.29 | 97% |