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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2904 | 2020-12-25 11:31:51 | 46.74 | 97% |
| 2116 | 2020-09-21 10:59:36 | 50.78 | 97% |
| 186 | 2020-08-08 01:02:53 | 26.28 | 93% |