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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3764 | 2021-02-10 14:20:31 | 106.66 | 96% |
| 2595 | 2020-12-15 18:17:12 | 109.03 | 98% |