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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4647 | 2021-03-13 18:50:47 | 102.74 | 97% |
| 3598 | 2021-01-25 11:24:10 | 94.82 | 96% |