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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2022-09-05 03:45:28 | 90.92 | 96% |
| 249 | 2020-03-20 17:37:05 | 74.22 | 96% |