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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1407 | 2022-04-04 16:56:38 | 68.15 | 95% |
| 500 | 2020-12-12 19:43:05 | 61.86 | 96% |