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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4588 | 2023-07-09 15:59:43 | 79.93 | 97.6% |
| 1338 | 2022-11-14 15:00:54 | 63.65 | 97% |