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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2159 | 2023-04-29 18:21:40 | 83.33 | 96% |
| 2126 | 2023-04-29 05:21:31 | 102.07 | 98% |
| 1273 | 2023-02-24 13:07:49 | 80.19 | 94% |