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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1881 | 2020-12-24 15:10:36 | 61.50 | 97% |
| 1504 | 2020-12-12 09:03:23 | 33.28 | 94% |