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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37 | 2022-03-07 19:51:30 | 83.70 | 97% |
| 21 | 2022-03-01 01:09:24 | 82.85 | 99% |