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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4214 | 2022-12-08 08:38:24 | 74.84 | 97% |
| 2117 | 2022-03-09 05:59:08 | 56.36 | 96% |