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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2272 | 2021-10-05 05:12:25 | 62.39 | 95% |
| 1747 | 2021-09-16 15:51:59 | 57.48 | 96% |
| 1088 | 2021-09-09 14:51:52 | 62.10 | 96% |