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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1714 | 2021-09-20 22:41:35 | 113.61 | 100% |
| 47 | 2019-10-03 17:26:34 | 118.79 | 99% |