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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1334 | 2022-10-15 23:28:20 | 64.42 | 96% |
| 1138 | 2022-07-15 02:49:42 | 70.70 | 95% |