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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 908 | 2018-12-20 16:21:01 | 104.45 | 96% |
| 240 | 2016-12-11 01:05:21 | 93.70 | 94% |