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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4246 | 2022-07-26 05:57:13 | 70.59 | 95% |
| 3235 | 2021-11-15 06:51:02 | 77.10 | 93% |