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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 718 | 2022-08-16 15:46:21 | 51.35 | 95% |
| 32 | 2021-05-07 14:33:06 | 45.13 | 95% |