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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 881 | 2019-02-04 09:38:50 | 60.58 | 93% |
| 533 | 2019-01-03 05:54:15 | 72.05 | 96% |