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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4455 | 2021-07-12 16:54:18 | 106.77 | 99% |
| 1559 | 2018-04-12 15:29:09 | 81.93 | 96% |