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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6335 | 2023-01-04 13:58:13 | 62.66 | 98% |
| 5413 | 2022-04-29 07:56:41 | 65.12 | 96% |