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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2019-07-07 13:29:55 | 100.58 | 99% |
| 104 | 2014-09-02 20:56:45 | 72.17 | 91% |