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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1421 | 2020-04-16 07:00:51 | 75.69 | 97% |
| 603 | 2019-07-30 11:05:41 | 74.90 | 97% |