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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 665 | 2023-03-21 21:28:03 | 77.64 | 97% |
| 642 | 2023-03-20 21:59:50 | 78.60 | 98% |