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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1316 | 2022-11-02 12:44:36 | 53.48 | 95% |
| 1001 | 2022-10-15 12:31:34 | 52.94 | 97% |