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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1646 | 2023-01-06 15:50:25 | 47.91 | 94% |
| 1227 | 2022-04-09 14:51:35 | 34.98 | 88% |
| 59 | 2021-11-30 11:06:20 | 24.38 | 91% |