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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1944 | 2023-01-28 16:42:52 | 58.77 | 96% |
| 499 | 2021-08-13 14:42:32 | 45.36 | 95% |