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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2959 | 2023-03-19 18:12:09 | 89.08 | 95% |
| 456 | 2022-10-05 09:25:55 | 66.10 | 94% |