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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1525 | 2023-02-13 06:33:14 | 46.41 | 97% |
| 761 | 2022-12-09 06:55:17 | 37.75 | 94% |