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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 945 | 2021-01-25 02:40:50 | 68.00 | 96% |
| 305 | 2021-01-08 23:12:07 | 63.58 | 93% |