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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 630 | 2020-12-30 09:09:45 | 81.32 | 98% |
| 384 | 2020-03-12 06:10:31 | 69.16 | 96% |