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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1678 | 2020-03-03 11:44:55 | 86.81 | 98% |
| 1202 | 2019-08-04 22:23:57 | 69.87 | 96% |