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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2019-10-13 20:58:39 | 131.77 | 98% |
| 646 | 2016-06-25 03:13:41 | 136.55 | 99% |