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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 679 | 2021-03-26 16:29:50 | 46.61 | 95% |
| 327 | 2021-03-16 20:39:18 | 41.04 | 95% |
| 160 | 2021-03-10 19:55:40 | 34.93 | 93% |