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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2023-06-05 16:44:34 | 62.05 | 98% |
| 687 | 2023-05-22 14:22:48 | 60.19 | 96% |