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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4074 | 2018-08-29 09:56:29 | 83.44 | 97% |
| 1412 | 2017-05-07 06:58:00 | 81.24 | 89% |