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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 640 | 2023-05-20 05:30:33 | 73.78 | 95% |
| 611 | 2021-06-06 17:53:47 | 60.47 | 94% |