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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1235 | 2021-11-23 08:25:46 | 75.12 | 98% |
| 1015 | 2021-08-04 11:12:10 | 74.10 | 98% |