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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2602 | 2021-05-21 19:15:34 | 96.68 | 98% |
| 2558 | 2021-05-18 19:11:44 | 83.58 | 98% |