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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1741 | 2021-02-17 11:28:19 | 85.98 | 97.2% |
| 1707 | 2021-02-09 03:49:04 | 83.90 | 98.7% |