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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2052 | 2020-08-28 16:27:12 | 91.33 | 97% |
| 1538 | 2020-01-15 22:23:07 | 83.39 | 96% |