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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2023-04-20 15:58:48 | 68.73 | 98% |
| 56 | 2023-04-14 14:34:43 | 61.01 | 96% |