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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2029 | 2022-06-01 17:49:29 | 69.67 | 97% |
| 1400 | 2021-02-27 07:39:20 | 69.62 | 97.3% |