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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2017-10-25 16:17:31 | 37.55 | 91% |
| 130 | 2017-10-15 03:45:41 | 36.48 | 92% |