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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3562 | 2021-05-21 02:23:26 | 74.12 | 98% |
| 2383 | 2021-03-19 00:49:34 | 65.83 | 96% |