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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2019-11-29 20:02:00 | 44.17 | 96% |
| 1122 | 2019-10-21 16:06:09 | 36.85 | 96% |