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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8317 | 2023-01-16 12:06:17 | 92.99 | 98% |
| 1581 | 2021-08-27 11:01:16 | 64.33 | 98% |