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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4918 | 2021-05-04 07:21:33 | 80.23 | 98% |
| 3556 | 2021-03-03 06:18:52 | 80.71 | 98% |
| 2602 | 2021-01-15 10:59:59 | 73.36 | 99% |
| 2148 | 2020-12-15 07:23:02 | 69.82 | 97% |
| 42 | 2020-08-23 07:55:23 | 49.84 | 96% |