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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1490 | 2018-07-24 13:35:41 | 66.45 | 95% |
| 242 | 2018-05-25 09:51:14 | 54.82 | 95% |