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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2022-07-20 09:59:55 | 61.40 | 96% |
| 289 | 2022-04-15 09:36:44 | 65.93 | 95% |