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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 369 | 2022-10-15 14:45:18 | 76.42 | 98% |
| 340 | 2020-12-28 04:29:37 | 70.60 | 97% |