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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2017-12-16 03:08:46 | 86.46 | 98% |
| 1045 | 2017-12-15 16:05:58 | 65.87 | 95% |