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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2020-11-24 11:17:24 | 116.14 | 96% |
| 503 | 2019-12-22 17:15:12 | 114.30 | 96% |