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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 462 | 2023-05-22 05:26:36 | 50.21 | 94% |
| 158 | 2023-05-11 18:30:07 | 44.97 | 96% |