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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5106 | 2019-03-19 05:15:24 | 74.21 | 96% |
| 3662 | 2017-10-24 14:50:08 | 91.12 | 98% |