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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1727 | 2022-01-31 23:48:31 | 86.88 | 95% |
| 629 | 2021-12-05 17:05:42 | 81.38 | 96% |