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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3667 | 2019-11-22 14:47:33 | 98.77 | 99% |
| 1167 | 2019-10-21 20:14:04 | 86.94 | 99% |