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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2018-09-08 08:21:01 | 92.23 | 97% |
| 30 | 2017-10-01 06:39:51 | 96.37 | 96% |