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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8220 | 2022-12-16 12:12:22 | 65.37 | 96% |
| 1192 | 2022-03-12 12:40:55 | 42.33 | 95% |