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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1460 | 2023-03-14 14:15:15 | 44.70 | 93% |
| 28 | 2022-07-16 16:28:24 | 28.84 | 91% |