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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1396 | 2021-04-26 17:28:03 | 61.91 | 94% |
| 1218 | 2021-03-07 14:27:00 | 63.17 | 96% |