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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3336 | 2022-08-12 12:28:36 | 69.86 | 96% |
| 2232 | 2022-06-02 12:38:12 | 58.33 | 95% |