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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1765 | 2021-06-09 13:40:53 | 123.63 | 99% |
| 1733 | 2021-06-08 12:05:21 | 83.26 | 95% |