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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2017-11-27 03:41:02 | 170.73 | 99% |
| 1074 | 2017-09-17 05:00:58 | 147.30 | 98% |