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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2021-11-25 05:37:16 | 59.28 | 96% |
| 326 | 2021-06-26 06:42:50 | 44.16 | 95% |