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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2023-02-09 16:06:53 | 77.18 | 98% |
| 641 | 2023-01-29 18:41:14 | 68.41 | 96% |