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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2022-05-12 09:10:25 | 62.46 | 94% |
| 736 | 2022-02-08 03:32:24 | 54.56 | 94% |