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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 742 | 2022-09-28 16:33:45 | 89.72 | 97% |
| 640 | 2022-09-01 15:45:08 | 90.84 | 98% |