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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3117 | 2022-06-17 18:22:05 | 64.25 | 95% |
| 17 | 2021-02-11 16:03:19 | 41.72 | 93% |