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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2019-05-30 18:56:33 | 60.81 | 92% |
| 135 | 2019-04-15 12:40:19 | 62.42 | 94% |