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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2023-10-31 01:44:23 | 91.50 | 98% |
| 939 | 2023-09-30 23:27:48 | 85.49 | 96.7% |