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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1240 | 2017-06-16 15:03:39 | 48.99 | 96% |
| 1179 | 2017-06-02 14:41:19 | 51.18 | 95% |