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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3345 | 2022-11-20 12:53:57 | 70.94 | 94% |
| 226 | 2021-03-11 15:22:45 | 55.09 | 95% |