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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6736 | 2023-09-30 06:38:30 | 57.69 | 97.9% |
| 6726 | 2023-09-29 08:22:49 | 61.25 | 98.9% |
| 3366 | 2021-06-05 08:32:07 | 58.27 | 98% |
| 11 | 2015-12-30 09:24:01 | 34.90 | 93% |