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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 540 | 2023-09-30 14:07:42 | 74.26 | 94% |
| 432 | 2023-09-27 01:31:55 | 75.79 | 96% |