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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 704 | 2023-08-03 20:57:31 | 73.44 | 98% |
| 594 | 2023-01-30 12:25:29 | 58.43 | 98% |