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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2021-09-29 03:05:23 | 70.07 | 97% |
| 107 | 2021-05-30 06:16:53 | 58.25 | 98% |