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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2403 | 2023-04-28 14:23:19 | 81.04 | 95% |
| 39 | 2021-07-01 11:43:40 | 78.48 | 98% |