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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1711 | 2017-04-10 17:38:10 | 37.35 | 96% |
| 301 | 2017-01-09 19:56:58 | 29.72 | 94% |