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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2021-12-10 10:46:21 | 81.64 | 96% |
| 920 | 2021-12-09 18:18:10 | 77.94 | 97% |