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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2153 | 2021-03-22 06:07:05 | 91.52 | 94% |
| 1391 | 2020-04-09 07:09:15 | 83.39 | 94% |