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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5305 | 2021-11-16 22:48:42 | 111.99 | 99% |
| 1579 | 2018-08-01 15:53:45 | 105.55 | 97% |