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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2017 | 2019-06-06 16:57:05 | 48.56 | 96% |
| 1748 | 2019-05-18 22:36:14 | 48.41 | 97% |