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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2021-11-10 20:34:41 | 118.81 | 99% |
| 162 | 2014-02-20 05:24:54 | 101.91 | 95% |