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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2018-08-01 03:14:32 | 64.60 | 98% |
| 815 | 2018-07-28 01:46:42 | 70.34 | 99% |