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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2023-07-17 14:55:28 | 57.12 | 95% |
| 484 | 2020-12-31 16:20:31 | 34.94 | 94% |