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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1112 | 2021-09-21 16:06:33 | 53.20 | 95% |
| 339 | 2021-08-17 04:45:23 | 49.29 | 94% |