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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 472 | 2019-05-11 20:34:31 | 176.67 | 99% |
| 166 | 2019-05-05 18:09:01 | 181.90 | 100% |