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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2019-05-19 19:51:02 | 77.96 | 98% |
| 352 | 2019-05-01 10:15:05 | 81.50 | 97% |