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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2659 | 2023-03-18 13:31:37 | 47.80 | 93% |
| 2164 | 2023-03-07 08:10:48 | 53.20 | 95% |