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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2018-11-04 06:10:50 | 30.61 | 93% |
| 1000 | 2018-08-24 15:14:48 | 31.12 | 95% |