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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36305 | 2020-07-21 22:10:15 | 164.91 | 100% |
| 34604 | 2020-07-03 17:38:12 | 127.04 | 100% |