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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5275 | 2023-09-20 20:33:04 | 49.33 | 97.3% |
| 1669 | 2021-05-28 14:12:21 | 34.96 | 93% |