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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 282 | 2020-07-10 02:09:11 | 70.40 | 94% |
| 277 | 2020-07-09 21:25:50 | 74.38 | 94% |