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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1593 | 2022-03-07 07:06:00 | 59.54 | 96% |
| 840 | 2021-12-05 08:49:18 | 51.24 | 96% |