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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1353 | 2020-01-29 13:47:41 | 71.92 | 96% |
| 1015 | 2020-01-19 13:23:28 | 66.20 | 96% |