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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 895 | 2022-12-15 20:00:43 | 60.71 | 94% |
| 892 | 2022-12-15 19:56:31 | 59.27 | 95% |