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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4168 | 2023-09-07 01:21:23 | 71.88 | 98% |
| 3992 | 2023-08-23 02:14:40 | 75.61 | 99% |
| 608 | 2022-01-15 14:11:06 | 52.32 | 96% |