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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2022-11-14 10:35:29 | 69.97 | 98% |
| 314 | 2021-06-27 09:22:20 | 66.64 | 96% |