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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1953 | 2019-05-04 04:35:17 | 93.25 | 96% |
| 1843 | 2019-04-13 20:59:47 | 101.59 | 97% |