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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1998 | 2020-11-27 10:20:44 | 114.01 | 99% |
| 1885 | 2020-11-25 08:26:02 | 94.38 | 97% |