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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 150 | 2021-02-01 01:40:06 | 73.93 | 97.1% |
| 148 | 2021-02-01 01:20:18 | 81.28 | 96.1% |