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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2431 | 2022-06-10 20:34:41 | 37.45 | 94% |
| 1787 | 2022-05-30 20:27:08 | 37.32 | 96% |