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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1742 | 2020-12-22 05:50:10 | 70.61 | 98% |
| 161 | 2019-08-27 19:12:30 | 49.21 | 94% |