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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 491 | 2017-02-03 13:04:21 | 53.66 | 94% |
| 131 | 2016-11-28 13:19:34 | 42.91 | 89% |