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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2058 | 2022-06-09 19:27:09 | 104.82 | 96% |
| 1595 | 2021-08-13 14:53:03 | 100.55 | 96% |