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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2018-02-01 12:32:38 | 68.46 | 94% |
| 732 | 2018-01-02 11:29:10 | 77.01 | 95% |