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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3670 | 2023-09-16 18:14:54 | 67.04 | 96.3% |
| 2324 | 2023-01-26 19:18:51 | 62.89 | 97% |