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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4075 | 2020-11-17 18:22:57 | 108.31 | 99% |
| 1196 | 2020-01-06 21:41:19 | 94.34 | 96% |