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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2024 | 2021-01-30 16:57:13 | 75.70 | 96.7% |
| 1712 | 2021-01-17 19:13:23 | 74.01 | 96% |