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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2020-12-31 07:37:06 | 85.46 | 96% |
| 1559 | 2020-12-17 17:19:47 | 92.37 | 97% |