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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2038 | 2023-02-01 16:16:20 | 66.28 | 97% |
| 15 | 2022-02-18 06:55:53 | 42.03 | 96% |