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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2211 | 2019-09-21 09:29:30 | 125.11 | 99% |
| 2201 | 2018-07-13 17:10:01 | 118.80 | 98% |