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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2994 | 2023-02-06 16:28:43 | 53.26 | 99% |
| 2777 | 2023-02-04 22:33:22 | 47.65 | 99% |