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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3097 | 2018-02-14 13:46:17 | 77.65 | 97% |
| 275 | 2016-01-19 15:24:03 | 53.99 | 93% |