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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6092 | 2022-06-02 05:50:58 | 82.96 | 97% |
| 5881 | 2022-05-31 03:50:22 | 71.19 | 95% |
| 2483 | 2021-12-03 16:15:40 | 49.46 | 95% |
| 2151 | 2021-12-01 10:03:16 | 70.36 | 97% |
| 24 | 2021-09-26 07:21:27 | 82.73 | 97% |