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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 805 | 2017-05-26 16:24:22 | 114.07 | 99% |
| 596 | 2017-05-23 18:30:37 | 121.23 | 100% |