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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 574 | 2020-03-16 04:29:47 | 81.06 | 96% |
| 204 | 2014-09-21 04:14:44 | 62.89 | 91% |