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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3975 | 2018-02-27 13:20:17 | 69.22 | 96% |
| 1943 | 2017-09-05 12:45:15 | 59.72 | 96% |