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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2452 | 2021-03-07 11:43:53 | 94.94 | 98% |
| 1218 | 2020-07-19 21:01:14 | 94.14 | 99% |