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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1260 | 2019-01-17 16:55:43 | 48.00 | 92% |
| 901 | 2018-12-19 17:03:19 | 43.82 | 91% |