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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2496 | 2017-12-19 09:57:52 | 67.94 | 96% |
| 2374 | 2017-12-12 04:44:35 | 64.54 | 96% |