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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2018-10-14 05:46:48 | 75.08 | 97% |
| 147 | 2018-09-04 15:53:39 | 61.09 | 96% |