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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 869 | 2019-03-10 17:32:38 | 74.43 | 94% |
| 342 | 2018-09-13 12:26:34 | 69.70 | 95% |