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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2301 | 2020-11-13 03:00:23 | 99.70 | 98% |
| 511 | 2018-09-28 00:53:53 | 83.56 | 97% |