My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1794 | 2021-11-10 17:23:45 | 84.49 | 96% |
| 1716 | 2021-11-09 15:37:56 | 78.14 | 96% |