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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2019-09-08 06:53:57 | 31.07 | 92% |
| 80 | 2019-09-02 08:51:06 | 30.32 | 92% |