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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1385 | 2018-10-02 14:17:33 | 64.39 | 96% |
| 1352 | 2018-09-24 15:14:15 | 58.49 | 96% |