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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1259 | 2023-03-02 22:45:44 | 70.82 | 97% |
| 305 | 2022-06-01 23:47:23 | 67.05 | 96% |