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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2021-02-21 20:41:03 | 91.88 | 98.3% |
| 1601 | 2021-02-10 10:42:43 | 76.26 | 97.9% |