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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6230 | 2021-05-21 03:57:28 | 134.82 | 97% |
| 5068 | 2021-03-12 09:05:54 | 138.19 | 98% |