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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 526 | 2022-06-25 02:06:57 | 118.97 | 98% |
| 382 | 2022-05-27 10:20:33 | 112.61 | 98% |