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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 547 | 2020-09-21 14:14:14 | 74.20 | 97% |
| 405 | 2020-07-23 02:01:34 | 59.20 | 96% |