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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5759 | 2021-07-12 20:55:38 | 73.33 | 98% |
| 4857 | 2021-04-28 22:49:45 | 67.60 | 97% |