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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2637 | 2021-11-25 23:55:41 | 101.39 | 98% |
| 1171 | 2021-01-16 22:04:09 | 88.67 | 97% |