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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2541 | 2023-06-26 09:34:47 | 64.31 | 97.1% |
| 1903 | 2022-04-15 06:15:54 | 60.68 | 96% |