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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6816 | 2023-06-13 17:42:35 | 87.86 | 97% |
| 2142 | 2022-08-31 04:02:55 | 75.97 | 97% |