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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3330 | 2023-08-13 16:35:09 | 68.25 | 95.9% |
| 2059 | 2023-07-19 09:48:31 | 65.26 | 94.8% |