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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2018-04-16 19:10:01 | 97.60 | 96% |
| 97 | 2018-02-20 01:55:03 | 87.55 | 97% |