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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1230 | 2022-11-19 13:45:01 | 54.24 | 94% |
| 1039 | 2022-11-17 10:24:35 | 63.95 | 93% |