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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 263 | 2021-01-21 09:42:46 | 43.95 | 92% |
| 248 | 2021-01-17 09:19:42 | 45.63 | 93% |