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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2023-06-19 06:09:11 | 83.72 | 96% |
| 176 | 2021-06-10 09:32:40 | 93.12 | 100% |