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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1466 | 2021-05-03 16:03:11 | 55.32 | 98% |
| 1412 | 2018-12-11 15:44:08 | 57.72 | 98% |
| 1353 | 2015-09-16 12:22:59 | 60.46 | 96% |