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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2023-10-10 10:47:16 | 99.40 | 96.2% |
| 59 | 2023-09-09 13:33:57 | 113.91 | 99% |