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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3979 | 2022-04-18 09:21:31 | 87.13 | 97% |
| 483 | 2014-11-03 16:14:51 | 84.49 | 97% |