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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1804 | 2019-07-27 14:44:17 | 67.87 | 97% |
| 407 | 2019-05-01 15:52:36 | 61.59 | 97% |