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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 867 | 2023-07-09 05:36:41 | 68.84 | 98.2% |
| 614 | 2023-06-25 14:48:34 | 56.94 | 96.3% |