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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2022-02-10 23:57:23 | 93.95 | 98% |
| 171 | 2019-05-24 14:18:34 | 93.61 | 99% |