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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3250 | 2021-11-08 05:30:24 | 129.36 | 99% |
| 1428 | 2015-12-24 00:00:18 | 118.75 | 95% |