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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2053 | 2019-06-23 19:59:19 | 109.10 | 98% |
| 917 | 2019-06-14 21:05:19 | 119.87 | 99% |