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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 813 | 2022-08-10 22:58:07 | 84.81 | 98% |
| 397 | 2021-07-18 06:39:35 | 73.55 | 98% |