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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4684 | 2023-04-23 01:55:35 | 123.78 | 98% |
| 710 | 2013-12-15 15:38:31 | 88.39 | 95% |
| 531 | 2013-09-18 04:22:50 | 98.41 | 94% |