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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 236 | 2018-12-21 17:21:18 | 76.08 | 95% |
| 214 | 2018-12-21 14:44:09 | 80.14 | 97% |