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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5568 | 2022-10-18 10:29:33 | 76.57 | 98% |
| 3261 | 2022-06-18 11:47:52 | 68.83 | 96% |