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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19164 | 2022-09-16 12:12:56 | 54.99 | 96% |
| 16376 | 2021-11-24 12:32:18 | 65.90 | 96% |
| 11855 | 2021-05-07 08:53:14 | 64.81 | 98% |
| 11531 | 2021-05-05 13:20:15 | 61.09 | 98% |
| 11473 | 2021-05-05 10:16:43 | 65.37 | 99% |