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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 438 | 2022-08-14 00:39:21 | 75.38 | 97% |
| 325 | 2022-02-24 01:21:28 | 62.69 | 95% |