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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2507 | 2022-06-03 22:36:16 | 83.91 | 97% |
| 2323 | 2022-04-12 17:35:50 | 74.96 | 96% |