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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1798 | 2020-06-26 10:39:58 | 78.53 | 97% |
| 118 | 2018-11-22 07:57:01 | 60.09 | 97% |