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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1385 | 2022-07-20 15:19:33 | 69.40 | 97% |
| 322 | 2021-11-11 00:09:49 | 71.43 | 97% |