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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3446 | 2022-02-11 07:06:06 | 93.38 | 99% |
| 2006 | 2021-11-06 08:53:47 | 75.44 | 96% |