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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3462 | 2021-02-19 09:04:54 | 105.65 | 97.4% |
| 2086 | 2020-10-25 04:15:46 | 92.15 | 97% |