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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1702 | 2023-05-23 20:38:18 | 96.85 | 97% |
| 1117 | 2021-04-26 21:35:38 | 75.89 | 95% |
| 1082 | 2021-04-15 10:40:42 | 84.69 | 96% |