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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 450 | 2022-11-03 03:07:38 | 70.87 | 98% |
| 90 | 2022-08-13 19:55:20 | 63.54 | 96% |