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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4146 | 2019-12-10 02:23:10 | 103.50 | 98% |
| 150 | 2016-11-23 20:26:49 | 79.12 | 93% |