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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 556 | 2021-01-16 06:46:04 | 93.95 | 97% |
| 236 | 2021-01-04 04:31:26 | 94.19 | 98% |