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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4600 | 2023-10-02 04:23:43 | 72.76 | 96.6% |
| 2075 | 2022-07-05 12:26:51 | 74.89 | 97% |