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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9629 | 2021-08-01 15:01:20 | 81.39 | 97% |
| 8682 | 2021-06-17 09:48:23 | 77.15 | 96% |