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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2021-02-21 11:35:27 | 69.27 | 97.6% |
| 178 | 2015-01-14 14:57:15 | 65.23 | 96% |