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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 397 | 2023-01-16 02:21:10 | 81.32 | 96% |
| 323 | 2023-01-13 21:55:52 | 73.12 | 95% |