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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1034 | 2020-03-30 04:32:00 | 106.08 | 98% |
| 221 | 2015-12-31 09:52:48 | 107.35 | 97% |