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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4983 | 2021-11-03 00:21:17 | 139.81 | 99% |
| 4488 | 2021-06-19 21:45:17 | 150.88 | 99% |