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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1705 | 2021-09-01 02:24:25 | 68.17 | 97% |
| 512 | 2021-07-13 10:19:07 | 67.77 | 96% |