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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3883 | 2018-07-26 20:22:03 | 79.34 | 97% |
| 610 | 2017-12-24 00:45:08 | 53.03 | 98% |