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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2021-07-05 10:22:29 | 70.41 | 98% |
| 256 | 2018-12-02 11:26:34 | 39.02 | 96% |