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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2018-07-31 02:08:16 | 103.97 | 99% |
| 604 | 2018-07-08 17:58:29 | 94.59 | 96% |