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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2021-09-06 06:04:57 | 42.88 | 93% |
| 1243 | 2020-12-31 12:53:44 | 43.66 | 93% |