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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2018-09-09 18:28:01 | 96.34 | 96% |
| 619 | 2017-02-27 01:37:32 | 113.89 | 94% |