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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 670 | 2021-04-16 03:28:29 | 97.79 | 98% |
| 27 | 2020-10-16 17:34:36 | 88.70 | 96% |