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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2021-06-14 18:47:32 | 92.23 | 97% |
| 298 | 2016-10-27 01:22:51 | 87.36 | 91% |