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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14616 | 2023-03-26 14:38:22 | 87.80 | 99% |
| 14496 | 2023-03-21 16:49:27 | 71.09 | 98% |