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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2058 | 2020-11-18 14:58:19 | 91.08 | 99% |
| 1231 | 2017-07-27 09:31:16 | 89.69 | 98% |
| 1185 | 2017-07-26 14:58:33 | 89.47 | 99% |