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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1212 | 2022-05-20 11:10:05 | 68.22 | 96% |
| 615 | 2022-05-05 07:54:11 | 61.61 | 95% |