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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2761 | 2020-07-14 16:17:37 | 79.20 | 96% |
| 2277 | 2020-06-27 16:50:33 | 65.44 | 96% |
| 1643 | 2020-06-04 18:14:38 | 77.63 | 97% |