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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 410 | 2022-05-01 09:43:19 | 65.33 | 94% |
| 185 | 2022-04-09 07:15:14 | 42.48 | 94% |