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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1219 | 2022-02-21 08:19:07 | 128.96 | 98% |
| 877 | 2022-01-14 08:28:53 | 124.36 | 99% |