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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7118 | 2021-03-12 11:18:20 | 73.36 | 95% |
| 4415 | 2020-12-22 05:50:16 | 63.24 | 95% |
| 3316 | 2020-11-23 14:34:16 | 66.47 | 95% |
| 2776 | 2020-11-01 02:26:14 | 66.55 | 96% |
| 796 | 2020-09-09 01:27:01 | 62.04 | 96% |