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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12336 | 2022-06-27 09:24:53 | 117.99 | 99% |
| 11755 | 2021-11-08 22:29:50 | 89.15 | 96% |