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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3134 | 2019-02-08 02:54:42 | 85.78 | 99% |
| 1952 | 2018-03-31 05:46:54 | 71.91 | 96% |