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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3512 | 2018-03-04 12:36:48 | 64.24 | 94% |
| 1303 | 2017-06-14 12:12:55 | 58.21 | 94% |
| 164 | 2017-02-19 16:37:33 | 35.27 | 82% |