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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5870 | 2023-10-04 00:43:46 | 117.97 | 98.3% |
| 1041 | 2018-12-27 15:47:25 | 74.63 | 96% |