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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2022-12-04 16:54:55 | 114.03 | 96% |
| 64 | 2022-01-07 23:16:49 | 107.51 | 97% |