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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3919 | 2022-11-08 23:21:10 | 91.48 | 98% |
| 3279 | 2021-10-04 22:37:09 | 59.40 | 96% |