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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 573 | 2020-04-27 21:46:23 | 80.67 | 97% |
| 181 | 2020-04-21 20:43:44 | 65.01 | 96% |