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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7501 | 2021-01-12 18:05:12 | 87.78 | 99% |
| 5231 | 2020-06-27 03:01:30 | 78.48 | 98% |