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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2321 | 2021-06-13 18:37:57 | 71.00 | 95% |
| 1900 | 2021-02-10 20:01:14 | 71.58 | 97% |
| 508 | 2018-03-29 22:47:32 | 59.43 | 95% |