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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2858 | 2023-05-27 22:31:30 | 118.76 | 99.6% |
| 486 | 2021-02-16 21:24:08 | 112.63 | 99.6% |