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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1196 | 2018-11-08 21:34:25 | 43.45 | 94% |
| 700 | 2018-10-20 13:00:58 | 41.38 | 94% |