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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1914 | 2021-09-27 14:24:52 | 85.99 | 96% |
| 1175 | 2021-01-30 16:41:26 | 77.10 | 95.9% |
| 1005 | 2020-10-29 17:23:20 | 83.37 | 97% |