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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 220 | 2021-12-22 08:31:00 | 63.83 | 95% |
| 142 | 2021-12-06 11:33:31 | 65.34 | 96% |