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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6083 | 2022-10-28 21:14:12 | 102.46 | 99% |
| 5177 | 2021-02-19 19:29:22 | 119.42 | 98.6% |
| 603 | 2016-10-13 15:46:22 | 74.02 | 90% |
| 132 | 2013-10-13 21:51:52 | 60.93 | 92% |