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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3143 | 2020-12-06 19:48:44 | 72.63 | 97% |
| 1352 | 2020-11-27 15:55:13 | 71.87 | 98% |