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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4796 | 2023-04-30 10:07:26 | 60.01 | 96% |
| 4607 | 2022-03-30 08:34:34 | 65.94 | 96% |