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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3704 | 2022-11-08 07:00:07 | 60.97 | 97% |
| 3330 | 2022-10-24 02:54:48 | 70.11 | 98% |