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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1666 | 2019-05-31 06:30:22 | 72.89 | 96% |
| 1380 | 2013-08-28 10:34:16 | 66.93 | 91% |
| 801 | 2013-08-10 06:23:29 | 56.11 | 85% |
| 542 | 2013-08-05 10:16:09 | 62.99 | 91% |