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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3225 | 2018-05-29 13:35:20 | 70.17 | 97% |
| 107 | 2017-06-08 20:59:29 | 64.82 | 96% |