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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5763 | 2018-10-22 19:44:10 | 73.71 | 98% |
| 5568 | 2018-10-18 04:41:49 | 70.12 | 96% |