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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2377 | 2022-03-23 16:49:12 | 55.05 | 94% |
| 2163 | 2022-03-02 18:29:16 | 52.37 | 93% |