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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2022-08-02 09:53:22 | 72.38 | 98% |
| 207 | 2022-04-21 12:04:53 | 65.28 | 96% |