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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2257 | 2019-08-05 08:45:37 | 36.55 | 96% |
| 1269 | 2019-07-09 06:57:20 | 36.21 | 96% |