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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2928 | 2023-07-23 13:36:24 | 75.16 | 96% |
| 1169 | 2021-07-10 09:07:38 | 59.06 | 97% |