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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1096 | 2022-07-22 03:48:11 | 102.27 | 97% |
| 988 | 2022-07-01 06:24:52 | 113.01 | 98% |