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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 833 | 2022-06-18 14:37:49 | 63.84 | 95% |
| 209 | 2021-03-20 08:33:59 | 37.25 | 94% |