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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1913 | 2020-04-18 23:32:56 | 71.99 | 96% |
| 844 | 2019-03-10 07:14:57 | 58.06 | 95% |