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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1893 | 2021-03-25 19:34:33 | 76.17 | 97% |
| 1472 | 2021-02-25 09:06:18 | 44.68 | 94.2% |