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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 605 | 2022-07-18 12:55:06 | 58.41 | 96% |
| 211 | 2021-09-27 14:00:47 | 44.23 | 92% |