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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4383 | 2022-04-15 12:11:16 | 103.44 | 98% |
| 3835 | 2022-02-10 08:27:20 | 98.70 | 98% |
| 2937 | 2021-02-07 16:43:41 | 92.34 | 96.3% |