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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2981 | 2023-07-09 16:48:58 | 53.16 | 94% |
| 1382 | 2022-09-17 12:42:11 | 58.02 | 93% |