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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1565 | 2020-03-05 11:18:11 | 72.15 | 97% |
| 231 | 2015-02-13 14:40:20 | 54.95 | 91% |