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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4964 | 2023-05-30 10:08:58 | 74.89 | 96% |
| 3713 | 2022-07-18 17:17:35 | 81.03 | 96% |