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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 215 | 2021-12-11 12:08:14 | 86.84 | 100% |
| 44 | 2021-11-18 16:05:43 | 83.82 | 100% |