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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1177 | 2023-06-04 17:10:09 | 87.31 | 97.1% |
| 1073 | 2023-03-29 10:41:12 | 82.94 | 97% |
| 62 | 2016-04-10 01:24:50 | 42.13 | 88% |