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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2409 | 2023-08-02 10:03:06 | 59.84 | 97.3% |
| 1352 | 2023-07-27 01:39:21 | 53.13 | 96.7% |