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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1342 | 2019-04-22 20:46:53 | 61.23 | 96% |
| 763 | 2019-02-04 09:38:58 | 52.78 | 95% |