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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4616 | 2020-06-11 15:51:27 | 96.36 | 98% |
| 4166 | 2019-09-09 07:24:13 | 96.13 | 98% |