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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 167 | 2019-08-30 21:19:47 | 55.34 | 94% |
| 63 | 2019-08-29 23:34:00 | 57.30 | 96% |