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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4161 | 2020-07-27 17:50:30 | 144.94 | 98% |
| 1896 | 2017-04-14 23:30:29 | 122.34 | 89% |