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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 333 | 2021-02-16 03:30:14 | 85.80 | 97% |
| 112 | 2021-01-18 10:04:28 | 83.37 | 98% |