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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1892 | 2023-02-24 12:01:09 | 59.19 | 96% |
| 610 | 2022-10-23 05:51:48 | 42.65 | 92% |