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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2019-07-22 22:33:07 | 113.19 | 97.5% |
| 320 | 2019-07-20 17:50:52 | 118.22 | 98.9% |