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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1935 | 2018-06-14 03:43:57 | 40.62 | 93% |
| 887 | 2018-04-27 02:47:44 | 32.08 | 91% |