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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3808 | 2021-04-03 00:34:27 | 160.10 | 100% |
| 3807 | 2021-04-03 00:34:03 | 151.31 | 99% |