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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2021-03-22 13:25:51 | 75.00 | 96% |
| 542 | 2021-03-22 13:16:06 | 60.19 | 95% |