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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2022-11-11 23:37:49 | 86.34 | 96% |
| 78 | 2021-10-10 12:06:15 | 58.18 | 94% |