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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2022-11-18 15:29:57 | 69.36 | 95% |
| 398 | 2022-07-30 06:30:17 | 75.60 | 95% |