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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4643 | 2021-06-11 14:38:17 | 81.64 | 98% |
| 464 | 2020-12-26 11:18:47 | 59.44 | 98% |