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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2966 | 2019-11-23 17:42:25 | 59.87 | 99% |
| 2928 | 2019-11-13 20:27:27 | 56.18 | 97% |