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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3132 | 2021-08-01 08:34:41 | 70.51 | 93% |
| 909 | 2021-04-02 12:03:07 | 72.55 | 95% |