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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2021-04-26 21:35:34 | 83.54 | 98% |
| 1081 | 2013-09-02 17:22:12 | 69.73 | 93% |
| 823 | 2011-05-19 14:43:59 | 77.17 | 97% |
| 569 | 2010-02-16 17:15:29 | 74.68 | |
| 343 | 2010-01-27 18:08:19 | 69.69 |