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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2023-02-07 23:38:42 | 60.95 | 95% |
| 1322 | 2023-01-03 02:35:52 | 72.07 | 98% |
| 993 | 2022-12-29 12:10:29 | 64.73 | 97% |