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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 189 | 2020-02-22 17:20:00 | 88.39 | 98% |
| 142 | 2020-02-21 18:44:32 | 81.85 | 99% |