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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1304 | 2020-01-23 06:40:52 | 61.36 | 94% |
| 11 | 2019-03-19 05:15:41 | 54.00 | 94% |