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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18900 | 2020-09-23 03:40:21 | 106.67 | 99% |
| 17332 | 2020-07-22 13:28:16 | 98.61 | 99% |