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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7932 | 2019-10-08 13:58:38 | 136.75 | 99% |
| 7097 | 2019-09-11 22:12:55 | 111.73 | 97% |
| 6746 | 2019-09-03 03:13:53 | 122.01 | 98% |