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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2015-08-08 02:53:29 | 118.95 | 93% |
| 1336 | 2011-03-11 06:35:38 | 107.42 | |
| 1225 | 2011-03-11 04:58:23 | 120.02 |