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 | 2022-06-28 18:51:01 | 92.83 | 96% |
| 1 | 2020-09-03 18:52:29 | 43.91 | 93% |