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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2023-10-20 05:13:04 | 117.76 | 99.3% |
| 123 | 2015-08-19 15:25:49 | 89.72 | 93% |