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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3117 | 2020-10-20 15:16:27 | 61.61 | 95% |
| 2842 | 2020-09-28 22:14:52 | 51.28 | 94% |