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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1194 | 2021-03-30 20:40:41 | 74.82 | 94% |
| 337 | 2021-01-25 19:03:17 | 65.55 | 94% |
| 293 | 2021-01-25 14:34:49 | 70.52 | 94% |