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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3694 | 2022-09-30 11:09:20 | 74.59 | 97% |
| 697 | 2021-09-20 06:45:42 | 58.52 | 96% |