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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 295 | 2022-10-19 03:42:21 | 73.76 | 97% |
| 219 | 2022-04-26 13:51:48 | 75.06 | 97% |