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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10545 | 2023-07-23 07:34:07 | 57.65 | 96.4% |
| 207 | 2022-08-08 02:25:57 | 39.61 | 97% |