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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1925 | 2021-06-25 02:34:59 | 100.77 | 99% |
| 1847 | 2021-06-22 02:43:00 | 97.14 | 98% |
| 144 | 2013-02-25 04:30:00 | 66.37 | 93% |