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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 462 | 2022-12-29 12:14:26 | 67.10 | 96% |
| 298 | 2022-11-22 17:55:17 | 61.81 | 98% |