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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2210 | 2019-02-05 07:13:39 | 49.09 | 94% |
| 720 | 2018-12-11 14:16:33 | 38.44 | 94% |