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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7691 | 2021-05-02 09:11:01 | 97.84 | 97% |
| 6621 | 2021-01-14 09:24:22 | 100.01 | 98% |
| 1082 | 2019-10-31 09:20:26 | 80.99 | 98% |