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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3924 | 2020-02-14 10:34:57 | 79.57 | 94% |
| 1029 | 2019-03-24 15:13:58 | 96.39 | 98% |