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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 361 | 2022-10-14 18:13:35 | 45.66 | 95% |
| 9 | 2022-06-11 01:57:13 | 40.80 | 95% |