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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1761 | 2017-07-02 06:19:20 | 142.06 | 99% |
| 1674 | 2017-06-30 03:23:09 | 116.81 | 96% |