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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1728 | 2020-06-29 17:55:42 | 54.11 | 98% |
| 1367 | 2020-04-15 10:51:29 | 58.36 | 96% |